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(And they crawled away) |
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(Frightened children down Rebecca Street) |
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(Shadows so clever) |
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(And he said, "Am I to remain alone?") |
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His little whispers |
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"Love me. Love me." |
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That's all I ask for |
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"Love me. Love me." |
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He battered his tiny fists to feel something |
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Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something |
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Monster. How should I feel? |
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Honest romance |
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Looking through the windows |
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I will hear their voices |
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I'm a glass child |
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I am Hannah's regrets |
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That night he caged her |
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Bruised and broke her |
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He struggled closer |
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Then he stole her |
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Violet wrists and then her ankles. Silent pain |
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Then he slowly saw his nightmares were his dreams |
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Cheap love and cheap skin |
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It speaks (of healings) |
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Monster. How should I feel? |
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Honest romance |
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Looking through the windows |
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I will hear their voices |
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I'm a glass child |
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I'm Hannah's tears and regrets |
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There he goes. There he goes |
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He's dipping all down to the floor |
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Turn around. Turn around |
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They're running him into the ground |
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Secret safe. Secret sound |
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Don't let him know that he is (damned) |
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'Cause in the same bloody hall with a (size twenty heart |
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drinking) his own black blood |
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Monster. So who's the monster? |
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Monster. How do I feel? How do I feel? |
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Monster. How do I feel? How do I feel? |
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So he turned the sheets down |
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And fell into a sleepless dream |
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Of bathtub's full of kerosene and glow flies |
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All the lovely (clouds in) black and white |
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And he (carved up room keys) and crossed his ears with pillow lace |
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Their words murder to his ears somehow got tattooed in his veins |
